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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 15:41:07 GMT -5
Amelia's quaint but elegant rooms at Riverrun.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 15:42:35 GMT -5
Jared tugs at his collar and swallows unconsciously. "Um, well, I guess life is easier when you've beheaded all the septons. Lead on, my lady." He rises and offers his harp hand, then shakes his head and offers his other. Amelia took his hand and together they went to her chambers. "Sit," She said when they entered, pointing to a small chair. "I will be ready in a moment." She quickly fetched a candle and lit it, placing it on a small table. She knelt before it and closed her eyes. "Are you ready?" |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 15:48:30 GMT -5
"Always," he said. "Should I close my eyes?" She has her eyes closed so he is probably either looking at her breasts or looking around the room to see how it's decorated.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 15:54:46 GMT -5
"No," She responded, briefly look up to catch his roaming unaware. She took a second candle and left it unlit, placing it next to the other. She concentrated then on trying to make the fire from one candle jump over to the other.
Firecalling: 55
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 16:02:55 GMT -5
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The fire bounces effortlessly, back and forth. Jared smiles. "That's incredible. It must have taken years of practice!" he said. "You are now the most incredible person I've ever met!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 16:15:02 GMT -5
"That's not all," Amelia responded with a smile, not opening her eyes yet. She sought out a dark corner of the room in her mind, attempting to bundle some of the shadow and make it weave its way around the fire, combining with it.
66 Shadowbinding
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 16:17:31 GMT -5
The fire turns black and dances in purples and such. Jared's voice is the only clue to his actions. "How are you not married to the prince or some king or something?" His voice is hushed with awe. "You're like the new Nymeria."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 16:19:18 GMT -5
Amelia chuckled and opened her eyes. "Because this is barely anything, Jared," She responded. "You have not seen what men like Oriax can do, never mind Bryce Dayne." She frowned. "It doesn't feel right, sometimes."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 16:21:25 GMT -5
"Well, that's them. They aren't a third so beautiful, I'm sure," he said. He looks awkwardly around. "Does it...feel good? Casting spells?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 18:37:21 GMT -5
"It feels odd, like you are giving a part of yourself away," Amelia replied, a bit of sweat dripping down her cleavage. "But something replaces it... something powerful."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 18:41:51 GMT -5
"I...think I understand," Jared says. "I feel it when I'm fighting or playing my harp, when I have a chord so lovely it makes my heart want to sing. then it fades and it's like ashes have gathered in your mouth." He admires her a moment more. "Alas, I have an important task to perform." He rises. "My fair lady, I hope to meet you again."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 18:46:31 GMT -5
"Leaving so soon," Amelia said with a pout, leaning slightly forward to give him a deeper glance down her dress. "And here I thought you were in love." She winked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 18:57:04 GMT -5
His hand brushes under her chin and he smiles. "Duty summons me to work once more, my lady. Sadly the realm moves on even during this festival. I shall see you again. Perhaps we shall ride out somewhere." He turns and leaves swiftly.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 25, 2015 18:43:42 GMT -5
Like a toddler in a toy store incessantly begging his mother for a Stretch Armstrong, Daxos was persistent. Having heard tales of Amelia Royce's considerable endowments all the way in the Summer Isles, he made his way to her rooms and repeated the same thing he had in Morgan's. He stripped naked and lounged upon her bed. If the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results, then Daxos was freaking Garey Busey.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 25, 2015 20:48:03 GMT -5
After a while the door opened and Amelia entered. She spotted the man on the bed and was momentarily shocked, though she quickly recovered and closed the door.
"Who are you?" She asked, one eyebrow raised. "And why are you naked?"
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